The feeling of nausea and bodily weakness wakes Katie up. Her stomach and breast ache as she starts to move. As she opened her eyes, the blonde can feel the vomit quickly shoot up her esophagus. Katie puts her hand over her mouth as she rushes into the private bathroom. Puke seeps through the quivering cracks of her lips onto her hand. She dumps it all in the toilet, weakly falling to her knees.
The sound of water splashing suddenly gets her attention. She slowly looks over her shoulder to see Lane standing standing at the door of the walk in shower, watching her as water falls into his exposed naked body. Salem rubs up against her foot, purring loudly.
Another wave of nausea flows over Katie, causing her to stick her head into the toilet bowl as the vulgar taste of vomit spews from her lips. She holds her aching stomach.
"Shit!" Lane turns the shower off, wiping the water off his face.
The glass door to the shower opens, Lane steps out onto the tile floor. He grabs the Forrest green towel, wrapping it around his bare bottom half. The water on his body rolls off his skin onto the floor as he makes his way over to the sink. He takes out a washcloth that is a matching set with his towels, rubbing it over cool water. Salem cries for attention at Katie's ankles.
"I want you to get back in bed after you're done." Lane commands with furrowed brows and his mouth a straight line. He wrings the water out of the washcloth. "No playing with the stupid cats or braiding the other girls hair or whatever."
As Lane turns to give Katie the cool wash cloth, his eyes take in every detail that he witnesses. The way Katie is hunches over, the worn look on her normally youthful face, and the way her hands clutch her t-shirt. Her hands tremble. The way her face scrunches up as if she were in pain. Her agony leaves Lane feeling helpless.
"Where do you hurt?" Lane quickly folds the washcloth and wipes down her face. "Do you have chills?"
"My boobs." Katie puts her hands to her tender breast, "They hurt."
Lane brushes back the small baby hairs around the crown of her head, pressing the cool cloth to her neck. "Do you have chills?"
"No." The blonde slowly shakes her head, "I'm just tired...and my boobs hurt..."
"Are you done puking?" Lane asks her gently, wiping her mouth. "You need to get back in bed."
Katie slowly nods, reaching up to grab Lane's wrist. He takes her hand, effortlessly pulling her to her feet. He guides her back to their bed, tucking her in. Once the blonde is under the covers and her head is on her pillow, immediately she falls back asleep.
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Lane walks down the stairwell, Salem curled up between his sweater and his hand. The crime lord's thoughts stir as he marches down each step like a soldier.
Is this just a little bug Katie caught? Or is she contagious? Is everyone else sick? Lane's thoughts continue to spin around in his mind, Damnit!
The crime lord starts to walk off the last step of the stairwell when he is nearly trampled by Sugar and Charlie. The two fully grown German Shepherds begin growl at the scent of the kitten. Salem cries out in fear, his claws digging through Lane's sweater to his skin. The crime lord grits his teeth and hisses at the needle like sharp pain. Anger boils in his stomach at thee sight of the two dogs.
"Who the hell brought this fucking dogs back in my house?" Lane roars angrily, his hand on Salem tightening.
The crime lord goes to the dinning room, swinging the door open. Everyone in the room jumps. Their eyes grow wide with shock and terror as they stare at Lane. He kicks a the rowdy dogs that tries to jump up and accidentally nipping Lane's hands while terrorizing the kitten.
The crime lord growls angrily at them. "Get back! Get!"
Lane manages to close the door without letting the dogs into the dining room. He turns to the gang, who all remain quiet as they watch their angered boss.
"Who. The fuck. Brought. Those motherfucking. Dogs. Back. Into. My house!" Lane roars, causing everyone to tremble.
"Boss, it's cold out-" Lola starts.
"Take' em back out!" Lane roars over her, making her cry. "There's probably fleas everywhere in the house now!"
Lola quickly rises to her feet and rushes out of the room to take the dogs back outside. Lane heavily breaths as he marches down to where Cassie sits. He drops Salem in her lap, where Leo the Bengal kitten rest.
The redhead looks around in confusion. "Where's Katie?"
"Is anyone in here sick?" Lane looks between everyone, grabbing a napkin to put over his bleeding hand. "Well? Tell me!"
"No, I don't think so Boss." Max shakes her head, looking between everyone. "Why? Where's the Kid?"
"In bed sick." The crime lord answers, his chest rising and falling heavily. "Has anyone felt nauseous or hurt anywhere?"
Everyone shakes their head, looking between each other in confusion. Lane lowers his head, pressing the cloth to his hand.
"Fonzie, after breakfast, make up some chicken broth for Miss Fairfield." Lane slowly nods, his heart and mind racing. "And someone get me some purified alcohol and peroxide with a fucking bandaid. I know there's some on this house somewhere."
"Yes, Boss." Rebel nods, worry in her eyes.
"Is Katie going to be okay?" Cassie says in worry, holding the two kittens to her chest.
Lane purses his lips together, not answering the redhead. Max shakes her head at Cassie, motioning with her hand to stop. The crime lord goes to the window, staring out at the wooded area around them.
Marco speaks up. "Boss, I made scrambled eggs with bacon and buttered toast-"
"I'm not hungry." Lane cuts him off, "Eat, all of you. Go ahead."
Max, Axel, and Jett shake their heads at the gang, motioning to continue on with their breakfast. Outside, Lane sees the two dogs chasing each other around the house while loudly barking to be let back inside.
Suddenly, Lane gets an alarming idea. Could it be the animals? Is Katie allergic? She wasn't with the dogs but...what about the damn cats? We picked them up yesterday and now she's sick? Maybe.
Hey readers! What is wrong with Katie? Why is she sick? Is the animals causing her to become this sick? Is Katie going to be okay? Is she contagious? Will the whole house get sick? Will Katie die? More to be discovered soon! Another update is well on its way 😌👍🏼❤️
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